Yesterday I was caught in a traffic slowdown of stop and go traffic for two hours. My usual commute is about 20 mins. The radio told me of a number of accidents on the major routes around town which impacted the bypass route I had taken- it was friday at 5 30. My initial reaction was irritation and concern about riding my brakes. Then I started to see the areas I usually whiz by now dressed in fall finery and frequent elaborate halloween displays in yards as I passed. I drove through a “snowstorm” of tiny golden leaves as the wind blew. Right then I remembered I could choose to be grateful for the time to enjoy this rare view. Each tree is dressed in its signature colors from the dark red of the dogwoods to the golden birch and a few red maples just starting. The hillsides that often hold little definition were highlighting each individual tree and ridge and valley. When the road traveled along the french broad river I watched the sun sparkle on the moving water and felt I had been given a gift. I rolled down the windows and sang along with the radio and smiled and smiled.
I do a dance of joy today…because I can. Merry Solstice!
I marvel at the beauty of this area often. Watching the changes from day to day interests me. This day I watched it minute by minute as the plumes of mist crept slowly up the valley between two hills. We had a cold snap after a rain. Here the name for this yearly cold snap is called blackberry winter because it is when the blackberry bushes bloom. I can now be sure that spring warmth will follow and it is safe to plant.